I’ve been thinking about breakthroughs. And how when we are aching for one, we only think about the through.
About what is on the other side. About having what we want.
We think about breakthroughs, we forget about the break.
But for a breakthrough to happen, we must allow something to break.
We can’t get through without disturbing...destroying...the space we have been stuck in.
We must allow for the image and perceptions we hold to shatter.
We must let the worn out grooves crumble.
We must let the stories burn.
There is no breakthrough without a break.
And yes...it can be hard.
And yes...it can be scary.
There is comfort in what we know. Even if it is too small. Too tangled. Too painful.
We don’t know who we will be...how we will be...when we land on the other side with what was in pieces around us.
But the seed rises and breakthroughs the soil.
The landscape is changed.
What was is no more.
That seed cracks open the surface and creates space for itSelf to become.
And we must do the same, if we are to rise and become... Root to Core to Crown.